Spare a cup of sugar?

Hearing Artorias’ challenging howl was like a knife to Gavroche’s gut. The winged wolf moved to his paws, his ears pinned against his head as a whine left his lips. Surely he was mistaken? It couldn’t be the Hallows, the pack that had offered him and his grandmother aid when he was a boy. He had to be wrong. They wouldn’t come at them the same way the raiders had… would they? Was their pack now an enemy of all packs? Dusk hadn’t mentioned anything like that when he had visited last, but… He stirred, grabbing his collar and dagger. He had to be wrong. There was no way the Hallows were invading them. It was a misunderstanding…

…or maybe it was a nightmare.

Gavroche froze when he reached the battlefield. He wasn’t thinking, frozen as his wide eyes locked on Dusk in a fight with one of his siblings. It was like he couldn’t breathe. This was a nightmare, it had to be. A strong bump on his back was enough to shake Gav from his senses, ears pinned to his head, posture lowered in uncertainty as his companion called down to him. “You need to be focused!” The monkey told him as he moved beside the winged wolf. Dawn, his cat had hopped up alongside him as well, back arched as she growled. But though they were battle ready, Gavroche was still struggling to grasp what was going on.

“Why would the Hallows attack us…?” His gaze trailed back to Dusk and Nova, pain in his gaze. He didn’t want to see the wolves he cared about fighting…

"Speech," 'Thought.'